:: Oh, Look, A Tumbleweed ::
Guildenstern: Our names shouted in a certain dawn...a message...a summons...There must have been a moment where we could have said no. But somehow we missed it. Rosen-? Guil-? Well, we'll know better next time. Now you see me, now you- -Tom Stoppard, R&G Are Dead
Why don't you remember my name? :: Thursday, December 25, 2003 ::
Finally...at last...relaxation. They have left.
Actually, and amazingly, they were fairly well behaved. David didn't talk most of the time, and so I think that helped. Plus, Lenore made these marshmallow guns out of pipes and gave them to my brother and Kailey and Price and Will had made their own...and then Berry brought his...and so a nice little war played out in our house which resulted in my mom hitting me in the eye. It hurt, too.
In any case, KAILEY! KAILEY! KAILEY! Her little marshmallow thing was so small and she doesn't really have enough lung capacity to actually blow the marshmallow OUT of the pipes...but she always had this look of determination in her eye. When she hit Berry, she thrust her gun above her head. It was hysterical. I abstained from such hysteria, BUT WAS STILL SHOT REPEATEDLY! And when blown at such a force, the marshmallows leave marks...so you can tell where I got shot...I have these little white dots all over my shirt.
So...what else.
Oh...Will. He wore a Confederate Flag belt buckle. Seriously. I can't even think of some sarcastic comment about this because it's just so...so...it's just...I can't even word it. It's not anger...almost like I expected it. But, that's Will for you.
It'd be really nice if some stores were open today so I could go somewhere, but...oh well. Maybe I'll start on that English stuff now.
:: Nick Thursday, December 25, 2003 [+] ::
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